L'été Abstrait

Yesterday evening, I cried. Not like a baby. No, nothing of that sort. Tears welled up in my eyes and, with my hands shaking profusely..they rolled down my cheeks. Uncontrollably..against my will. I was on an operating table. And the pain I went through yesterday, isn't something I would care to remember..nor repeat, verbally or otherwise. One thing i realised through that harrowing ordeal was how important it was to have friends around you when you're going through a painful experience. Thank you for all the support and kind words you've given me. It was only a minor operation, but your heartfelt wishes were clearly and most definately major. Sorry if I didn't get to reply or call any of you back, I was probably knocked out due to the pain (since I had no pain killers..) or out for some fresh air last night. For those of you who knew what operation I went through, you'll get to see the change soon enough, and for those who knew nothing at all, you'll all be str...

The credit for this post goes to Matiin, i thought it was interesting and decided to try one out. Lolo. 1. ARE YOU OVER 18? Some say i look over 35. So yeah, 18 is definately done and over with. 2. WHAT IS THE WALLPAPER ON YOUR CELLPHONE? Lamborghini at Sepang. 3. DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHT? NO. And looks like tonight as well. Had munchies mcm haram. 4. FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS MORNING WHEN YOU WOKE UP? Damn, it's only 8.30am...and my stomach is upset. 5. WHAT DO YOU HAVE ON UR BED? Pillows, bolster, guitar, a book. 6. EVER TRIED TO SKIP MEAL? Yeap. Usually i made it up later. So not skip as much as...postponing. 7. GRILLED OR FRIED? Grilled. 8. WHAT MAKES YOU UNIQUE ? I've tried a smoothie. And YES that makes me unique, because i'm the only one who hates those things. 9. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? it depends. nightime darkness not so much; impending doom darkness..very much so. 10. FAVORITE HANGOUT? hahaha..i'm so predictable, i'd rather leave ...

The new season of Apprentice has begun. While the apprentices will remain the same (16 contestants split into two teams) the Mentor has changed drastically. It's no longer Donald Trump. He (along with Mark Burnett) has taken a back seat and has given the reins to another, equally savvy and influential billionaire. Yeap. I'm just as surprised.

The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family. Thomas Jefferson Family life is full of major and minor crises -- the ups and downs of health, success and failure in career, marriage, and divorce -- and all kinds of characters. It is tied to places and events and histories. With all of these felt details, life etches itself into memory and personality. It's difficult to imagine anything more nourishing to the soul. Thomas Moore The Future The Brother The Uncle The Captain and The Steward The Family There's no vocabulary For love within a family, love that's lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent. T.S. Elliot

Ed:I have decided to go off tangent for a while here, and recite a story. This is the first chapter of what i would hope to be an interesting story for all of you here to read. Anyways, enough chatter enjoy the story. :) Let me tell you a story of an old man who, during the twilight of his years, decided to embark on a wondrous journey across hazardous terrains and beautiful vistas to find not only himself, but also the very ideals on which he has built his entire life on. The first town he came across, was barricaded with an immense fort-like gate. The walls were high enough to sheathe the rays of the sun during high noon. This is nothing like the village i spent my life in, thought the old man to himself. Two guards were flanked on each side of the gate. Their uniforms were alien to the old man. There were glitters and precious stones on every crevice he could see. On both their chests emblazoned a triumphant looking eagle, with sapphires as eyes. The sapphires shone magnificently, i...

If you're bored and have nothing better to do, read this. It's hilarious. Hit-Me!

We are the future of our country. Open up our eyes. Don't let the rich, the corrupt and the powerful blind our eyes from what's really happening to our fair nation. Ask the questions to the answers you've been seeking. Don't let fear stop you from standing up for what you believe is right. As things stand, consumer surveys already paint a picture of the ordinary rakyat (man in the street) tightening his belt one notch tighter, his brows creased in a worried frown as he ponders how to make ends meet with prices of goods and services seeming to move along a continuous upwards spiral. Over a billion ringgit is going to be spent on the 9th Wonder of the World, the 'crooked bridge.' Sad to say, billions of ringgit over the years have gone to somebody's pockets, money which could have been wisely spent to hasten the development of our nation. Proper poverty control, a better taxation system, a rebate procurement allotment for veterans or the disabled...etc. There ...

I'm sick as heck right now. Nothing matters anymore. Feels as though every single ironic event couldn't have happened at a worst time. It's nice to have your imaginary bubbles burst into flames. Feels just as good as stabbing yourself in the chest and then rolling over just to make sure you hit the spot. Can't walk, can't talk. Can't hear..won't listen. What the hell is wrong with me. I should just quit it now.

This is interesting, so i thought i'd share it with all of you. Read it all the way to the end. You might find out why certain things are the way 'they are'. "Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married. Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women, and finally the children. Last of all - babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water." Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) live...

Time is an element that not only heals all wounds, it re-opens old ones as well. Years pass and as you inevitably grow older, your judgement becomes better, your wealth of knowledge is now amass with useless trivia that you constantly bore audiences with, your love list has grown longer and longer and you worry if you'll ever find 'the one', your wrinkles are becoming much more apparent, that hair line of yours ain't getting better and your nieces and nephews are growing taller by the day. Old sayings are making sense and you keep telling yourself that you will go on that holiday cruise this year. It never happened right? Remember that most people at the end of their lives don't regret the things that they have done- they regret the things they didn't do. Take a bold stance for once and do something on the spur of the moment. Go surfing or diving, play paintball, rock-climbing, speed dating, roadtrips...anything and everything that you've always wanted to do...

"I'm sad that I'm leaving. Never come home for too long, you won't want to leave." said a friend. It's true. Who in their right mind would want to leave their home? A place of comfort and solace where everything you see and touch is of the familiar. A dependency of sorts to the little nuances that define what you perceive as; 'home'. However, I have always believed that the notion of 'home' is constantly misconstrued. How do you define home anyway? A house where you and your family grew up in? Your country where you born in? Your dormitory in a foreign land? They all personify some essence of 'homeliness' at one point or another. Whether you realised it or not, you had to make whatever four walls you've lived in as your home. The question is, do you feel at 'home'? The typical answer I hear is, "No. How can a place like that be called 'home'. Home is here, in Malaysia. With my friends and family." I concur....

Tapas, Iced lemon Teas and Lots and Lots of Iced Water. Great fun. A wonderful evening graced by some very lovely ladies. Mira, Lin, Didi and Fizie. The "Charmed" Ones. Lovely photo i must say. "No, not that Tapas...the one with the Sotong...yeah..that one." Mira and Hafiz Emi, having a moment of self reflection. Fizie and me. The names you called me...lol. "Ooh, sprinkles." The girls.

“Hold my hand,” said the voice. It sounded sweet, almost childlike. “Where is it?” I said, but my mouth was shut. I couldn’t speak. “Here.” Said the voice as she reached for my hand. Such soft hands, I remember thinking to myself. In fact, that was all I could think about. Her hands were delicate, with short fingers and a cold feel to the touch. It was dreamlike. My surrounding’s were surreal. It was dark, and there was nothing around for me to hold on to, or even familiarize myself with. She was the only one around. I didn’t know who she was, but there was something oddly familiar about the way she spoke. “I couldn’t see her face,” I thought to myself. All I could feel was the cold touch of her hand. As her hand guided me through this maze-like cavern, the darkness grew thinner and thinner until all of a sudden, I was out in the open. “Don’t you just love the autumnal sky?” said the girl, her features being shadowed by the trees. The sky was clear, with a hint of brownish tinge to it....

Tonight is just one of those nights. You know, those days/nights when life just decides to take a piss at you? Firstly, clubbing was never really my thing. I tried again tonight, but unfortunately, i just couldn't make it happen. I don't drink, I don't use and abuse and I don't even know if i like crowds that much. I guess i'm just old, or maybe it's cause i met someone who looks remarkably similar to an ex i used to date. That just ruined the night for me. I'm still not in good terms with this ex of mine, and if it was her (which i still don't know and wouldn't want to find out) i wasn't going to say hello. If it was her... She still danced the way i used to remember her. Good dancer she was. We stared at one another and did absolutely nothing. I just passed her by without even the slightest inkling to say hello. After seeing her do her thing on the dance floor, I decided it was time for me to get up and leave. I wasn't going to stick around...

I know it was supposed to be the other way around, since i did launch Quarter Two first, but heck, better late then never yeah? Here ya go, for the first time ever on the web, Quarter One 2005. Just click on the link below, sit back, relax and enjoy the show. :) Q1 2K5 Quarter Three needs more footage, since it's already half way through, so any of you who would like to be included in Q3..don't lah be shy-shy. Hahahaha.. :P Quote of the Day All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand. Ella Wheeler Wilcox

"I don't celebrate Merdeka," said a friend,when I asked him what he'd be doing on the 31st. "It's an affront to everything my grandfather fought for." I sat there in silence. I can't help but agree with him. To have parties and god knows what else on the eve of Merdeka, is the worst thing a Malaysian could do. Getting pissed drunk, high or stoned on one of the most glorified days in Malaysian history is just plain disrespectful. Our forefathers paid for our Independence with the blood of thousands, upon thousands of Patriots. The younger generation, on the other hand, nonchalantly express their appreciation by forking out half their earnings at some dingy club, with some loud music over the background. Probably a remix of Negaraku. Wankers. Merdeka to me is not a celebration. It is a remembrance. A period of self reflection, of what Malaysia has become over the past 48 years, and the boundless opportunities given to our generation that our forefather...

Funny how tonight even happened. It was supposed to be absolutely uneventful. But as usual, whenever you expect NOTHING to happen, a whole lot happens. We had a great time. Cheers for Malaysia's 48th Independence. Let's make 49 even better. :) The "Bang" at Twelve sharp. The "Bang-Bang" during dinner. "How MUCH??" Naem and his trusty Cricket lighter. "I say Tan Sri, we English people..." Ms Hanisah, NOT posing for the camera. Hee. Ms Jazreena, not posing for the camera. For real. Honest. Messers Shukor and Man. No, no, not MAN...but Mann. It's not easy to pose this way y know.... Before you said that we don't have enough photos of us together, and now there's TWO! Lol. :) Thanks people, for a merry, merry, Merdeka. Gelak jer kuat, time Merdeka sorang pon tak patriotik. LOL! Cheers and have a great 'un.

Merdeka kita semua. Sudah 48 tahun kita bebas. Matiin, feeling the jalur gemilang spirit as well. A late evening at Alexis with Didi. Ray Charles, performing live for one night only in Taman Tar. Su looking distracted. Or 'trying' to look distracted. :P Su and Opie looking intently at their cake. Didi having an engaging conversation with Lin Low shutter...low aperture...perfect. Shadow creeping over us at sunset. Trying to get points across all at the same time is not an easy thing to do.

Here it is ladies and gentleman, the Video for Quarter Two 2005. Just click on the link below, sit back, relax and enjoy the show. :) Q2K5

How much does a smile cost? - Nothing. How much does it cost to bend over backwards with laughter? - Nothing. If you're short on funds, go out anyways. Go to your favourite coffee joint, and if the ringgit isn't your friend that day, get yourself a glass of ice/warm water. It's FREE. You don't need to have lunch/dinner in the best, most expensive joint in town. What you do need is a joint that's filled with the best, most dearest friends in the world. The smaller things in life are best appreciated in big, big mouthfuls. Here's to friendship, and to absent friends who will always be in our hearts. Yours, Adlin Yusman Thank you for all the support you've given to L'été Abstrait. It'll be a year old soon, and I couldn't have gone on this long without you. You guys made it happen. :)